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No, no, no. As far as I know, nobody has told anybody anything.

That door is never going to hold.

Well, that's a relief. I hate babysitters.

Take me with you.

- I am not a lady-killer. - See what I mean?

Does nobody get that?

- How do you get into a Dalek's head? - That wasn't a metaphor.

There were other soldiers and some of them weren't on our side.

I just do that.

Oh, soon, I expect.

What? What is it?

I see into your soul, Doctor.

Oh, Clara, urn, you've not met Danny Pink yet, huh?

Oh, hello, Rusty!

It really could be the bulbs.

Prepare to board the rebel ship!

What... What are you talking about?

I need to know where they dump the bodies.

I've never seen such a miserable bunch! What are you? Children?

You are a good Dalek.

This is what keeps the Dalek pure.

You sent me for coffee.

No more talking, you are done!

We don't need hospitals now. The Daleks don't leave any wounded.

Then God save us all.

It's like somebody's mucking about up there.

If there's a pack of spare bulbs, break it to me gently.

Uh, hey, no offence, but I've got plans.

Down! jump, everyone, jump!

You're not my boss, you're one of my hobbies.

Medical examination and all that.

Clara, you did it! It's rebooting.

Let me get this straight. We had a good Dalek

When the mission's over, hit the button.

My brother, but he burnt to death a couple of hours ago,

How close do we have to get?

No. Hey, not like that.

- Hey. - English.

Really? Perhaps we should get out while we can.

Exterminate! Exterminate!

I see your mind, Doctor.

Rescue One to Mission Control.

Daleks must be exterminated!

We have been hit! Major damage!